This little poem was written late one night while I was on exchange study in Denmark during my final year. In addition to contemplating whether and why I should study further after that, I had lots of deadlines and very little time. That's generally when creativity strikes.

Academics, like fine liquorStay corked in their bureauxTo mellow and mull over and matureAnd be alone.

Hauled out on prestigious occasions,With dust on their shoulders,To yawn and idle through convention small talk And to darkness and silence,Finally cough and splutter profound theories of the worldHoping for the sounds of dignified clapping...

But the notes hardly vary in a single vintageAnd there is only so much in one bottle.